| Collie Goes to TexasPart OneMy last part of “The Beginning of Collie” seemed to fizzle out after the rest of the story but as it was true I didn’t see the need to embellish it. This is supposed to be true story section. Thinking about the events in my early K9 life I think this one was one of the most exciting. Since my hubby died I have had even more exciting ones but I will try and tell my story from the beginning leaving out the more mundane and repetitive incidents.Since “Beginning of Collie” we move on to five years later. I now had two children both boys aged three and two. We still didn’t have any dogs but Robert (hubby) had organized some meetings with men who had trained dogs. I have to say these meetings were not many despite a lot of phone calls and non-shows from k-9 advertisers. Why people advertise something they don’t have and waste our time is just amazing to me. In those days (80’s) we all had to use the print medium to show our taboo interests and bringing up a young family meant traveling was not an option. The list of potential meetings was therefore minimal. We did a lot more swinging and group activities that we found very enjoyable and some of these people we met remained friends. But this is a beastiality forum so I will exclude those stories. However this story I am about to tell includes everything except my bisexual side.We were still living in Seattle and Robert’s parents lived in Greenwood close by to where we were living. They loved babysitting so it enabled us to live our alternative lifestyle reasonably well. The only difficulty was with Robert’s job a an engineer as it meant him working away from home but we did have the longer times together when he was on leave. We were searching through some magazines and an ad caught our eye. A man had a ranch with four dogs used for hunting and also trained for ladies. There was a telephone number to call so no sending off by mail to box numbers. The drawback was that the hunting ranch was in Texas. Robert could see I was excited and when he asked whether I fancied a trip I nodded. He placed the call and of course it was a call back service that answered so we left our number mentioning the code in the magazine. We never hard another word until a week later when the phone rang and I answered it. You can imagine my surprise and thrill when a man’s voice said he was responding to the code number we had left. I called Robert over and he took the phone. He listened more than he talked and he started writing down some things. It was fifteen minutes later when he was finished and sat down by me on the sofa.“Collie. It sounds genuine. He wants you to stay for the weekend Fri to Monday and he will pay for all expenses including travel. But only you. I won’t be able to come as it is next month when I am away. Mum and Dad will look after the boys. I have a telephone number and the address where the ranch is so it all looks safe. He is going to send photographs of the ranch, himself, the dogs and his four partners. One being his brother and the others work for him. Of course you will be expected to have sex with them. I said that would be no problem as you were always horny and the more the merrier.” I hit him with a cushion. But he was right. I was very wet already although going there alone was very daunting. Flashes of kidnapping, rape and worse came immediately to mind. The kidnapping and rape I could handle but the worse and perhaps pain I couldn’t. Then there were the dogs. All weighing between 60 and 70 lbs and “aggressive”. Two breeds I had never heard of – a Greenland sled dog and a mountain cur. The other two were a black lab retriever and a golden retriever.“He’s sending down the plane ticket together with the photos by courier. If you decide to go ahead you keep the ticket and send back a photo of yourself. You can call this number if you want to.” He gave me the sheet of paper with all the details. The ranch I noted was located outside of Houston and the date was the first weekend in May. “Well?” he asked.Even though I knew my answer was going to be “Yes.” I told him I would decide after the tickets and photos arrived.Three days later a courier called handing me tan envelope. It contained airplane tickets from Seattle to Houston and photos of a ranch house in a forest, five guys and four dogs with the names attached. All the guys were naked sporting hard-ons and were big. “It is bigger in Texas” isn’t that the slogan? The ages looked from 20 to fifty but I am not a good judge. I am of cocks and mmmm they were appetizing. Then the dogs. Oh how lovely they looked. They all seemed to be grinning and looking straight into the camera. Grit, Henry, Ron and Max. They were the dogs names and boy was I going to get to know them!!! I got Robert to take some pix of me, clothed looking prim and proper, half clothed looking naughty and unclothed looking nasty. I also got a pic taken of my breasts squirting milk. I wondered if that would turn them on. Not only was I breast feeding my sons but also my husband. I breast fed him until he died six years ago. I still today take out the breast pump and place it on my nipple imagining him sucking on it. We sent off the photos with a note saying “YES”.That weekend seemed a very long time to get here but it did. Robert had called me early in the morning and I was being driven by his Dad to Seattle airport with my small case. I had told Dad that I was visiting an old school friend. If he had only known.There were thankfully no delays and I said goodbye for a few days to the rain and gray clouds of Seattle and looked forward to my arrival in Houston.To be continued |
